Qin Chuan strained his neck to turn, opened his mouth, but could only gasp out Qin Lang's name before gasping for breath and feeling his eyelids growing heavy, as if he were about to faint.,A slow poison! And a particularly insidious, particularly troublesome kind of slow poison!,As the supreme immortal, Qin Lang was a legend in the cultivation world, known for obliterating entire clans with his bare hands. He had never experienced such humiliation before. If he wasn't worried about Qin Chuan, he wouldn't hesitate to make this pretentious, triangular-eyed quack doctor disappear from sight.。